our beach
we both thought we had a beach
at our door step, leaves rustling
in a seashell, fish trailing the grooves
of our garden fence, crabs falling
upside down on
the pavement, you picked them up
and put them on the grass,
right side up,
the same way you walked slower
to...
at our door step, leaves rustling
in a seashell, fish trailing the grooves
of our garden fence, crabs falling
upside down on
the pavement, you picked them up
and put them on the grass,
right side up,
the same way you walked slower
to...